As I was reading through the Boromir fics (always avoiding the parodies; I HATE the things... ANYHOW...) I noticed that it was all, or mostly (again, no parodies etc. read here) all, laments about his death. Well, HE HAD A NICE 41 YEARS OF LIFE TOO!!! So how about a thing dealing ONLY with his life, not knowing he will die soon, looking at how he spent his life, and that sort of thing?
Despite all this, I'm not really 'looking' at much. That was just a fancy way of saying there is a lot about war in here as he spent most of his life fighting...
So here's something about the LIFE of the greatest character in the Lord of the Rings (whose characters, world, etc. are not mine. Well, Boromir is in a weird way, but legally, he isn't. Anyhow. And if you disagree with me about that, fight you over him. I will triumph. :) ) I'll shut up now; this thing is longer than the poem!

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Striding through Osgiliath,
Fighting this war, which ever lasts.
Unending fight with Mordor fell,
The orcs, the trolls, all things of hell.

Always Gondor you defend,
And Minas Tirith, to the end.
It is your duty as Steward's son;
Your own day as Steward will come.

Faramir, he fights too,
As a captain under you.
Yet no love of war has he;
He would live peacefully.

And your father, Denethor,
As you know, loves you more.
Of his two sons you are his choice,
True soul of Gondor, battle's voice.

You have no time for human love;
Your joy you find in spilled orc blood.
Your only lover is your sword,
With you, fighting Mordor's horde.

Man of Gondor, Boromir,
Your heart rests there be you far or near.
To be its steward is your dream;
Not to be ruled by any king.

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Poem done now. Whee. If you liked this, or even if you didn't, you cold read my Laer Boromir, which is an epic about... well, Boromir. It's better than this one, as I didn't write it in math class... :)